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Never Again - Jago Sevetarion x Girlfriend (with a dash of Konrad Curze)

@yanagikou requested a fic based on their Sevetar/Curze x fem! serf drawing a little while back... This is the fic in question.

I took a few creative liberties with the premise and I'm super happy with the result. So, I hope, Yan, that you like what I came up with too :)

Also tagging @sinistermojo bc they reblogged my Sev sfw alphabet and said they really liked it so thought they might like this too ;)

C/W: nsfw, oral (F receiving), Sev is pretty gentlemanly because he loves his lady very much but Curze is... not. Nothing super extreme by usual Curze fic standards but be aware nonetheless. Unedited so expect grammar and spelling mistakes.

Enjoy :)

Sypnosis: Konrad Curze requests to borrow the personal serf of Jago Sevetarion. Jago and his lady accept on one condition: Sevetar is the one in charge. Even with this cavaet, however, things still go a little awry.

(Tldr: even when faced with the desires and potential wrath of his Primarch, Jago is veryyyyyy protective of his girl ;))

The Night Hunter has her arms held high above her head. Both of her wrists bound in one giant hand while the other holds the back of her neck. His grip is not delicate- already, Jago can see her skin bruising. It makes his hearts seethe. He'd made it clear to Konrad that his woman, while tough of mind and heart, is still plagued by the physical weaknesses of all baseline humans. She must be handled carefully.

Evidently, however, Jago had not made that fact clear enough.

Presently, she is looking up at the Night Haunter, her chin tilted all the way back. Kneeling in front of her as he is, her throat is fully exposed to Jago. In spite of his worries and frustrations, the sight sends shivers of arousal running through his core. Gently, he takes her chin in his thumb and forefinger and tilts her head down until she's looking at him. Her expression is defiant- by the Gods, she wears defiance so damned well- but even so, he can see the fear lying beneath. As her eyes lock with his, however, it diminishes just a little.

"Are you ready?" Jago asks.

She replies with a nod.

"Say it aloud, little bird. I want to hear you."

"I'm ready." Her voice, while tight, is steady and strong.

"Get on with it already, Sevatar." Konrad Curze wears a smile like that of a feral cat with a mouse trapped between its claws. It takes all of Jago's willpower not to snap at him. He looks up at his Primarch, trying and failing to hide his annoyance. "As you command, my lord."

Somehow, Konrad's smile grows more feral.

Ignoring his Primarch once more, Jago leans in towards his woman and kisses her firmly on the lips. From the excited snarl that emenates from Konrad, the Night Haunter sees it as Sevetar finally paying heed to his impatience. But, in truth, it is a chance for Jago to mutter some calming words into her ear.

"I won't let him hurt you. I swear it."

She whispers back to him. Too quiet for the Primarch looming above her to hear.

"I know."

Jago smiles against her cheek. He tilts her head back again and starts to kiss her down the length of her throat. Her skin prickles beneath his lips and she lets out a long, breathy exhale. Jago traces her all the way down her body, slipping her robe from her shoulders as he does. Her naked form graces both his and Konrad's sight like a blessing. Jago hears the Primarch let out a growl of desire. He tries to ignore the surge of envy that the sound elicits within him. Instead, he focuses on her. Her soft, warm skin. Her full, volumptous curves. The coil in his stomach tightens, pooling a stirring heat between his thighs. Jago's lips graze her abdomen, her belly, lower and lower. Until he hears her breath suddenly hitch, feels her muscles tense in anticipation. He braces his hands on her hips. Parts his lips and runs his tongue across his teeth. Then, finally, Jago begins to feast.

The effect on her is instant. Hips bucking into his mouth, she arches her back, entire body writhing. But between the space marine below her hips and the primarch holding her by the wrists, she has no where to go. All she can do is moan and whimper. And by the Gods, are they the most wonderful sounds in the galaxy. The heat between Jago's legs becomes an ache. His breeches stretch against his growing erection. All thoughts of pacing himself vanish and as if possessed by the taste of her arousal, the sounds of her pleasure, he works her faster. One of her legs begins to tremble. Her moans devolve into desperate pants, between which she whimpers his given name like a prayer.

"Jago. Oh, Jago. Jago ple-"

Her voice suddenly dies. Jago glances up to see Konrad Curze with his mouth locked around her lips. The kiss is rough, hungry. The grip he has around her wrists tightens even further as he drags her up and towards him. Jago can see the muscles of her jaw working hard, no doubt trying desperately to keep the Primarch from breaking her mandible. That thought punches a hole through the haze of Jago's own hunger. Just in time for him to see the Night Haunter grab her by the face, break his violent kiss and clamp his canines down on the side of her neck.

It's as if a switch had been flicked in Jago's head. Just like that, his arousal is killed. The haze turns from one of desire to one of blinding red rage. His woman is not unfamiliar with the odd neck-bite: occasionally, and if the moments suits, it is something that he himself will endulge in. But never so abruptly as that. And never ever that hard. For if her skin were to break, she could die.

But Konrad is not thinking about that. He's not thinking at all.

Fucking bastard!

Moving with a speed that should be impossible for a being of his size, Jago shoots to his feet and slams his fist into the Night Haunter's face. He aims for the nose. Hears bone and cartilage crumple beneath his knuckles. Konrad roars in pain and surprise. Droplets of blood fly from the tips of his teeth. Jago recognises its scent as belonging to her. The red haze gets redder. He hits the Primarch again, this time in the solar plexus. Konrad keels over, dropping to his knees as his roar becomes a wheeze. One hand clutches at his torso. The other tries to stem the blood gushing from his nose. Jago would keep beating him. Keep going until he stops moving. Stops breathing. But when the Primarch fell, she had too. Legs giving out from a mixture of pain, shock and residual stimulation. So, as Konrad drops to his knees, Jago catches his woman. Effortlessly cradling her in one arm while the other shoots out straight into a defensive posture. Fury burns behind Konrad's black eyes. He looks at Jago like he might want to kill him. Silently, Jago urges him to try.

"What... " Konrad croaks, voice contorted by his lost breath and broken nose. "The fuck... do you think you're doing?"

"I warned you, Curze" Jago snarls back. "She is not a toy to be broken- she is my love."

Konrad splutters out a laugh. "Love?" he spits the word out, along with a mouthful of blood and saliva. "Love, Sevetar? Is that seriously what you just said to me?"

Jago doesn't hesitate. "It is."

"What the fu-"

"I was against this whole thing, you know," Jago interrupts. "We both were. Right from the fucking start. The only reason we agreed was because you're our Primarch. My Primarch." Hugging his woman closer to his chest, Jago bares his teeth at the Night Haunter. "But now? I do not care. Never again, Konrad. Never will you come close to her again."

Konrad Curze narrows his eyes until they're little more than slits. Slowly, he gets to his feet. Even hunched over his aching torso, he stands several feet taller than Jago. His expression is one of pure, unadulterated rage. "I could have you killed for this," he whispers. "I could flay her alive and make you watch."

Jago glares up at his gene father. "You so much as touch a hair on her head, and I'll beat you worse than Vulkan did on Istavaan."

Konrad is stunned into silence. Not merely at Jago's threat, but the absolutely certainty with which he'd said it. Several times, his mouth opens and closes as he tries to find a way to retort. But, in the end, all he manages is a wordless hiss. Then, he retreats, leaving Jago and his woman alone in their shared quarters once more. Jago can feel her shaking against him. Her mouth is set with defiance, but he can see the tears in her eyes. When he is certain Konrad is gone, he drops onto one knee and offers to put her down. She responds by putting her arms around his neck and clinging on tight. Jago's hearts falter. His remaining fury at Curze is quickly stamped out. "How badly are you hurt?" he asks softly.

Wiping her eyes, she manages a meek smile. "I'm fine. He only scratched me." As if to prove it, she shows Jago her neck. Indeed, the only evidence of Konrad's attack is a shallow, intermittently bleeding gash. But even so, Jago is not so easily put at ease. "I'm sorry," he mutters. "I knew he was unstable, that he might hurt you. I never should've let him anywhere near you."

Gently, she touches Jago's cheek with one hand. It fills Jago with a different kind of warmth. "It's not your fault," she says. "I agreed to it too, remember?"

Jago scowls. Not at her, obviously. But rather, at himself. For not denying Konrad outright. For letting things get as far as they did. He should've seen what was coming the moment he saw that smile on Curze's face. When he saw how tight he was holding her-

"Jago?"

He blinks. "What?"

She smiles at him again. "I can see you tying yourself in knots over it. Please try not to. It's not worth it. He's not worth it. And I, for one, am not going to loose any sleep over it. "

"You are certain?" Jago asks.

"As long as I'm sleeping next to you, then yes. I absolutely am."

Jago finds himself returning her smile. Compared to her's, it's an ugly thing. A mess of chapped lips and contorted scars. But that's never seemed to bother her. She's even said she finds it attractive. Jago doesn't understand why- truthfully, he doesn't understand why she finds anything about him attractive. But he's not about to question her either. If he were, she might just realise her folly and leave him: something that Jago is certain would kill him.

"Alright," he says.

Once more, he goes to set her down.

"What do you think you're doing?

Jago pauses. "What?"

Slowly, seductively, she runs a hand down his front until her fingertips brush his groin. "I can feel you through your breeches," she says sweetly. "And I never got to finish, either."

Despite the flash of desire he feels at her touch, Jago shakes his head. "I'll not ask that of you now. Not after what just happened."

Her answer is a sultry smile. "Jago. You cannot do something as sexy as punching the Night Haunter to protect me, then leave me out to dry."

Jago's eyes widen in surprise. She gives him a little wink, pursing those full lips of hers in invitation. He accepts it. Lifting her to his level and kissing her passionately.

"Alright, my little bird," he says when they eventually pull away. "Have it your way."

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